Deal Devil. | Taehyung X Reader Devil au

The debt i owe, gotta sell my soul .

You are insane. 

No. Scratch that.  You are mental ! 

You were shaking, shivering and  stammering on your own words. The candles around you were the only source of light as darkness coated your living room from corner to corner, the pentagram you drew was the only lit circle around you. Which you sat in the middle of. Your teeth chattered as you chanted the Latin words beneath you. Voice trembling and breaking every once in a while. Deep down, you wondered if anything you were saying makes any sense. If you weren't butchering the words and mispronouncing them in awful ways. After all, Latin is a dead language .... but you figured one of the reasons for that was because one would summon a demon in the middle of a normal conversation . 

But you weren't having a normal conversation. You were really out here trying to summon the devil himslef, huh . 

You took the butcher knife that layed next to you, an empty wine glass placed neatly at your knees and you shakingly rested the sharp edge of the blade on your cold sweaty palm. 'This is it...it all comes down to this..' . Your mind was a racing track for second thoughts and panicked ones. You clutched the knife tighter and reminded yourself of why you were doing this. About  why you won't be regretting this, if it ever worked, that is. And why you chose this path. 

You ran the knife in one swift move across your palm. The action causing a loud cry to escape you and a series of whimpers followed as it began to sting, and you could feel the hot thick liquid dripping out of your flesh. "Shit," you cried, the wine glass gathering all your precious blood as your palm dripped above it. It's filling it pretty quick ... 

Too quick ... 

You held your bleeding palm with a clean white cloth that you prepared next to you and pressed it againt it, bringing your injured hand to your chest, cradling it in your other hand. Your worn out, heavy and shaky breaths were all what's heard in the pitch black room. The candle lights dancing around you as you waited. . .

As you waited for the devil. 

You waited in silence, utter silence, painful silence. For a minute, two, three, ten .. nothing . 
There was no devil. 
There was no demon . 
'What a joke..', You thought to yourself. Wincing at the sting in your hand and shivering at the frightening atmosphere you've created for yourself, you heaved a shaky sigh. Noticing how the blood dripped from the cloth down your chest, then disappearing in the bust cut of your black satin dress. You dryly chuckled. You even dressed up for this. Tight and form fitting from the waist up, but flowy and light from the waist down. A white, lace made choker adorning your neck. The whole look gave you a somewhat innocent appearance. 

You saw quite enough horror movies to know that 'innocent' sells . 

"What an idiot... I'm such an idiot." you mumbled to yourself as you glanced down at your bloody hand, thinking that you might've cut it a bit too deep. The sight of so much blood started to affect you and you felt a bit light headed. 'I'd better treat this..'. You thought. 

The winds blew violently outside and howled in  a frightening manner, your windows couldn't stand against such a force and they broke open, inviting the chilling rushing currents of air in the comfort of your home. The candles were out in no time and you were left in complete darkness. The silver moon was the only thing casting its light through your wide open windows, and through the thick leaves and branches of the trees that towered your house. The wind made the shadows that cast in your living room dance as it blew violently against those trees. And it added a whole new level ominousness to your situation. 'Oh for god's sake..' You shivered. 

The air dropped heavy and freezing around you. And even though it was supposed to be a rainy night, it was still summer time. So the sudden freezing air was something stange. 
Something didn't feel right. 
Something,,, feels off ..